Last night I dreamt that I was sledding with Jesus. He was in his traditional garb: just a white robe-like garment and a regal looking beard; only he was wearing snow boots and way too much mascara. We shared a sled and all I remember is that we were going really fast and I couldn't see much but the snow flying in my face and occasionally Jesus would turn around and give me the thumbs up sign. I also remember thinking, "I can't wait to tell all those judgmental Bible-beaters that Jesus is my sledding buddy!" But then the dream changed, as dreams tend to do, and it wasn't Jesus anymore, it was my friend Stacy, and instead of sledding we were buying a house on a cliff by the ocean. It was probably the most vividly absurd dream I've ever had, but I'm pretty sure that this is the image that inspired it because I viewed it right before bedtime:

wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute. I just got done posting a Jesus post a few minutes ago. weird, weird, weird. Why am I repeating everything three times? It's some kind of trinitarian blogger disease. P.S., that is the creepiest Jesus I have ever seen, and he has SPLIT ENDS.

Yes - that's it! It's evil nazi jesus kidnapping Major Steve with Wonder Woman in hot pursuit. There's no way they'll be able to outrun her what with her invisible plane and all! Go WW! Get that nasty nazi jesus!

I didn't want to say this but now I gotta: is Jesus wearing eye liner? He reminds me a lot of the wonderfully flaming character "Carmen Ghia" in Mel Brooks' "The Producers." It's a nice tribute but not one I think the artist intended. ("White, white, white, is the color of our carpets!")